Within seconds, Amna’s stereo was switched on, and Salim sat alone on the sofa as the insistent thump of her music intermingled with a slower equall... rhythmic thump on the bed as Amna drove her favourite dildo deep inside her favourite cunt. Salim stared into space. She barely noticed the action on the television as several people indulged in exactly the same activity as her niece was currently involved in, and her face reddening with humiliation, frustration and desire. She almost felt like. Sana bhabhi shared everything about her life. She was not happy with her marriage as her hubby is out most of d time. She once started crying for this reason i took her close to me and gave her a tight hug and kissed her on forehead and cheek. She smile and we later left for our home.The next early morning she texted me i wanna see u in afternoon at my place. I thought that she is just calling me for lunch with her. So o went at her place and she was waiting for me. I asked her what happened. She had stopped typing on her keyboard, and had closed her eyes to enjoy the massage.I took a chance and slipped my fingers tips further downwards onto the top of her chest, feeling the start of the swell of her firm tits. She didn’t object so I continued the massage, allowing my finger tips to drift even closer to her tits.“Ooh ... umm ... oh yes” she murmured, enjoying the massage - my finger tips making contact with the top of her bra.It’s now or never I said to myself. I slipped one hand. .... I giggle to myself and you slap me on the head thinking to yourself I will get you for this baby.Taking my fingers away I move closer pulling you almost off your seat your legs over my shoulders as I spread your lips wide with my fingers. The rest of the staff still looking towards the glass of your office window as there about to leave wondering what she did to upset you. You grin at them friendly through the window. My tongue starts exploring the wet outer lips of your already throbing.